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Saturday, April 30, 2011

In the fading light of dayTwilight is beautifulBut is a portent of the endWhen the world burnsWhen the great tree is deadWhen the beast kills the GodsWhen evil ascendsUntil the riseOf a new worldA new lifeWhere all that has burnedMakes the land fertileAnd all that has passed beforeIs dust in twilight skies

Friday, April 29, 2011

In a crowd I am aloneStruggling to surviveThe vacant emptinessOf the worldAround meIn solitude I am aloneWith no one to harm meBut the pain of lonelinessStill burnsWithin meI have nothing of valueIn a room full of treasureFor I do not seekGold and silksFinery and pleasuresBut ratherTo beFilled with anotherWho longsFor me

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Between the snow fallingOn the Spring groundMeltingI look at the crystalsFade awayEver since she leftI’ve been crying cold tearsStanding outside the houseIt’ll never be a home againNot in 100 yearsThese tears that are fallingWith no one here to catch themI am alone for the rest of my timeHere on earthLiving with myselfShouldn’t be a curseBut she thought it wasSo why not meWhy not meI am stain upon her soulI am a bad memoryI am someone she would ratherNever have metAnd now she is freeWhy not meBecause insteadI am a curseA curseShe cannot take any moreAnd won’t look backI can’t look forwardI might as wellBe dead

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

He was trained to killHe did it very wellHe was called to that placeThat he'd prove himselfHe created hellOn the groundAs he fired downFrom aboveHe could rain downDeath and terrorUpon the groundsWhen he was doneSo many laidHe'd bring a momentOf slaughterTo pay outWhat he feltHe'd been paidBut his mind was wrongEither grown evilOr twisted by a tumorHis mother and wife firstAnd then the manyWho'd never heard of himSeen himThought of himOr knew him

Saturday, April 23, 2011

She was known to be beautifulKnown to be powerfulBut a mysteryFull of intrigueTo menShe was covered in silksAnd jewelryShe was lavished in treasuresFrom around the worldBut her countenance was not of leisureNor pleasureBut of anger and hurtIn her dark gorgeous eyesYou could see the flameOf anger that boiled and would burnBut it was not as it happensThat she was wrongHer anger was righteousHer face was trueHer people had faced defeatAnd were sold into slaveryThe monarchs of her peopleThe sole free to leaveAnd she lingered in that partOf the worldTrying to find some wayTo restore her peopleTo freedomBut the consequencesOf lossHad spread themTo every cornerOf the known globeAnd her heart achedTo knowShe could not make things rightSo she made an effortWhere she stoodTo redeem her lifeBy buying and freeing slavesBy building a new sort of orderOne less obsessed with wealthOne possessed of hopeThat by starting new they mightFind some purpose from the lossAnd redeem their livesBy paying the costFor the next generationsThe new nationOf the dyaspora who would returnTo the homelandThat gave them birth

Friday, April 22, 2011

When men are sent inTo fight, to covertly operateIs it any kind of victoryIs it really easier to kill and be killedThan to cooperateIs it better by far, to take a lifeThan to try to understandHow many will dieTo sate the hungerOf the almighty, dollarHow many will fallUpon the altarOf greed?

Thursday, April 21, 2011

1964 It got worseWe were drawn in deeperIn an alien part of the earthFew could find on the mapWe were tired of warTired of the curse of angerThe scars from the great warsStill brightly seenThis green beautiful placeThe blue skiesAbove the green thick coverShowed the jets flying sortiesBombing river boatsAttacking bridgesTo choke the flowOf materiel to the SouthThis corner of an ignored worldWas now crossroads of Cold war conflictEast versus WestSuper powers collidePolitically charged firesIn a world with bordersDrawn with barbed wireWe sent our children to fightTo make a standFor an ill defined goalIn a foreign landAnd we won nothingBut the costs of lost youthSorrow beyond measureToxic poisons in our soulBroken warriors with limbs with no useA beautiful vintage of winePoured upon the groundAfter so much promiseWhat was the point

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

We are of different beliefsWe follow different rulesWe have no common bloodNo common dreamOur definitions are differentOf what is cruelWe are not the same kinDespite our desireTo be soDivided by differencesDivided by idealsWhat makes us oneIs neither dreams nor fearsNeither pain nor pleasureBut the need to surviveAs the othersFight over the world's treasuresBecauseThe end of this worldHas already begun

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

I walked the reachesOf dream's borderlandsWhere the walls are highAnd there is no sentryBut for the wolvesWho howl for nightBut the borderlandsBear no darknessNor the depthOf that foul lairThe domain for thatIs nightmareWhere the demon princeIs sitting in his throneIn the landWhere lesser men fallAnd lay entombed by fearAnd failed dreamsReturning from my sleepI walked the landsWhere night is forbiddenAnd light is eternalAnd I am heldIn the warmth of that placeForever after

Monday, April 18, 2011

By the walls of the monument thereMemorial to the greatness of manThey lay silent of voiceOf what we truly areTrading flesh for mountainsOf steel and wireWe made our choiceAnd forget what we have lostUpon the ground levelSo small beneath the wallsThere walks a crooked bodied manWho is one who was tossedOut into the streetsLeft to fend for himselfBut he paid the costFor the city to ascendNow his body is bentTo pay for the sinsOf the menWho paid to build new BabylonTo show their dominionThey own the steel and concrete fortressesMonuments of vitalityOf the world we madeWe forget all the Gods we forbadeFrom being seenFor the cities reach higherThan the skies

Sunday, April 17, 2011

You looked my wayAskinglyI'd kiss your lips butThey aren't meant for meI'd caress your face butThere's another way you seeI am just waiting hereFor the train to comeIf you don't see thatYou missed your train I thinkAnd then its begunThen its begunYour lips are meant for anotherBut my instinct is to hoverWaiting near to seeIf you'll take me inAnd love meAnd then I wonder whyNobody loves any moreWhen all I have to do is cryFor a new lover to open a doorAnd let me inLet me inLet me in

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Modernity we praise youWe set ourselvesUpon your altarWe long to be made newDespite the pastThat pours through

We praise all things modernForget the archaicHowever sublimeWe ignore all that passed before usFor that was oldBefore its time

Modernity will have its Roman TriumphThe procession will march as it followsThe path of least resistanceMade so by sacrifices of othersWho were caught up in the throesOf ecstasy and of terrorOf the new world before their eyesWe mock the past for its primordial oozeBut doing so covers us with lies

Modernity is like a snakeWinding down a mazeOnly the head is visibleWhile the tail and bodyAre hidden from gazeWe do not expect itWe are inheritorsOf this worldTo find this world cast upon usWe are lavished uponWe are turned and danceFor while this world is perfectMany burned to reach this placeMany died to give us this chanceThis moment is not nowThis moment has happened beforeThe events of the past are still happeningBut the innocence of thenCannot be restored

Friday, April 15, 2011

Created to replace the flesh boundShe is cold steel and perfectShe is immune to emotionsAnd her voice is hammer soundsHer wiring is complexHer heart an electrical massWe have crowned herAs our queenShe is superior indeedTo any fleshy thingWe long to be like herCold to emotionsStrong and tirelessExhibiting no weaknessImmune to desires

Thursday, April 14, 2011

There is only dust and we are only clayWe can aspire to God but I can't see the wayThe path is narrow and the way is hardI am in so much pain, I've so many sorrows in my heartSo I beg of any who listen to give me some hopeFor I am not able to make it on my ownAloneAloneAlone

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Ruthless and braveSuperstitiousUnsophisticateWarrior and thinkerCultural forceBurner of booksHolder of the throneThe master of the QinShi HuangdiMaker of ChinaBuilder of the wallRemembered in victoryThe master of lawsThe ruler of allLegalism his meansControl his endsShi Huangdi believedIn a destiny for menAnd ChinaThe middle kingdomWould be KingOf both nowAnd the futureWhen

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Where are the chantsOf no blood for oilApparently we've become immuneTo memories we scornWhatever rulerHolds the powerWe adjust our disdainOur disgustFor warFor hateBut the leader we choseIs rightHis views and ours mateWe agreeSo that whoever it isWe hold him in high regardWe all cannot waitFor our side to be rightSo whenNo not ifThe one we supportDoes the sameAs previous leadersWhatever the causeOr reasonWith our morals so flexibleWhatever the seasonWe can autofellateSo long asWe are right

He was the firstA pioneerPeriodically one appearsOne man, sent into the darknessOne sent against the unknowableBravely and patrioticallySent with hopesAnd many fearsHe survivedReturnedAnd was oneWho conquered the unknownProving againThis race of flesh beingsCan overcomeAll that stands before usIn peace

12 April 1961, Gagarin became the first human to travel into space, launching to orbit aboard the Vostok 3KA-3 (Vostok 1). His call sign was Siberian Pine. (From Wiki)

Sunday, April 10, 2011

I saw her from a distanceI never spoke to herOr touched her hand or hairI knew if I was ableI'd suffer forever afterAnd my soul would tearFor she was beautifulAnd she moved with graceHer eyes penetrated my ownHer soul was powerfulAnd I could feel my orbitBegin to be pulledTowards herTowards herTowards her

Saturday, April 9, 2011

I am composedOf clayGod's image moldedIn my spiritGod's hand createsThe soul within my massI am aloneInside the world around meI am not of this tribeNor speciesNor kinI am alone above allNothing but hope insideFor without itI would dieAnd the spark would fadeDestiny be damnedThere is no fateBut to liveAnd thenBut to die

Thursday, April 7, 2011

You have hurt meYou have torn me soWounded my soulThrown me to the windsMade my heart so coldI am the oneWho must recoverFrom thisNever again can IBe someone's loverNever again will I kissI am undone by youYou have gripped my beingMy spirit has burned throughYour words the matchYour love the gasolineAnswers to my questionsI will never receiveYou never loved meBut I always believedAnd now it is overMy heart beatsAching the sound of thunderI can barely breatheI am torn asunderThrown into the breezeCast into the seaI am no longer aliveI simply survive

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

“Smooth shapes are very rare in the wild but extremely important in the ivory tower and the factory.” Benoit Mandelbrot

Every moment we turnWe grind against the steelAnd all there isIs the sound of decayDestructionAnd horrorReviledDay by dayConsumedBy the toll of lifeHow much is leftTo the ticking clockEvery second dancesFalls away lost to our hands

Azrael callsWe are foolsTo ignoreWe are groundInto dustBut we go onUntil our lostAre foundUntilThe way is knownThere is often so little hopeThe cost is greatWhen we dieWe are all nudeAnd grayAnd coldWe are left with nothingBut leave knowingThere was somethingWorth living forSomething to wait forBefore dyingWe endureFor there is purposeWe liveFor there is somethingRighteousIn usTo find

Before we leaveForeverTake my handI leave soonBut not beforeI knowBefore I findWhat is righteousIn me

Monday, April 4, 2011

Covered in rings of metalArmed with forged steelProtected by Thor’s runesWe are his hammerdrinking winefrom virgin navelseating datesfrom looted caravans of camelsWe are the RusFeel our wrathOur ways are harshOur steel is trueCovered in your bloodWe follow the pathWe are the livingWho long have traveledThe paths of the deadCovered in crimsonWe paint the snows so whiteWith redFrom north of AfricaTo western reachesOf PersiaWe exist to conquerWe will overwhelmYour foolish wallsAnd defensesKeep your waysMaintain the pretenseYour perfect societyWill failFor we come upon our shipsWill steal what you makeTake what you produceLeave for you to resumeYour livesUntil the next harvestComing soonLight the firesTo light our wayTo invite our rageYour shores will be oursWe will take your treasuresYour walls will fallAnd we shall enter inTo pillage and burnKill your warriorsAnd thenWe will leaveOnly to again return

Sunday, April 3, 2011

The sky was darkDespite it being dayThe sun hung lowUpon the horizonWinter was thickThere was no shameOf being coldWrapped in blanketsThe winter winds blewThe ice and snows cameYou had to huddleTo keep your bonesFrom shakingFrom the long falling frigid rainThis winter wasn’t a seasonIt was a timeWhen the dreamers sleptDreamlessAnd life was emptyThere was no reasonTo existFor the good had passedThere was only treasonThe veil of darkness had fallenAnd day looked like duskThe night was pitch blackThere was only hopeAnd that was failingWe lingered in the placeIn despairFor there was nothing we could doTo change

Saturday, April 2, 2011

I’ve wandered and I’ve spun my threadTo the end of its lengthI’ve searched foreverTo solve this wretched tormentAnd I’ve sleptFor I need restThe graylands are quietForbidding strangers ventureThe walls are tallAnd the watchers are silentWaiting for answersThat won’t come in sleepFor emotion is a dreamRevealing our fearsRevealing the fragilityOf our soulIn passion we thriveBut it is dust and toilDespite our lustTo knowTo be in middleAnd be able to chooseTo know what is falseTo know the truthIn the midst of turmoilYou can feel the twistOf a daggerIn your backIn the mist of angerHate prevailsRegardless of dangerOf woundsAnd friendly fireBetween friendsAnd their motivesAnd strangersAnd their unknown endsOf lovers and loveOf perfumed lustAnd unholy desireI fall down waitingFor the final strikeThe final blowI beg for my beingTo be freeFrom the flesh’s controlI long to be redeemedFrom the bondsThat holdI long to be freeFor there is more than meMore than what I can seeI long to taste it in my heartMy flesh cries outLet me be releasedLet it be begunFor there are no answersBound here in my fleshMy spirit longs to danceIn the graylandsWith my love

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I am a poet who has both been published and self published. All work on this blog is all copyright Alex Ness. While I make very little money from my work I am technically a professional. Measuring by the hours I've written I am professional. My goal is to share my work with as many people that can read it, as far as the internet may reach with it. I hope if you are moved you will share this blog with others, and perhaps buy my books.

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